Searching On The Road

I went looking for love which was honest and true Then I was told for that quest I did not have a clue I walked down every street and also every avenue, Then I was lost, What I found there was no one for either me or you Emptiness was the cost, That, I never knew. Those streets I was told I would now walk alone Another's hand or heart I would never hold or own My sadness someday to all it would be known, Now I just sit and cry, Because true love for me it will never be shown Lonely someday I will die, After I moan. Someday on this road I hope to find myself a friend A person who is real and honest who I will not offend My actions and my beliefs I will always strongly defend, I don't enjoy being a never, I won’t search for the imaginary or even the pretend All I want is a together, That is my “The End.” Randy L. McClave